A Tale of Two Tuesdays

Every so often, I hear about an event that seems so cute or so silly that I cross my fingers and toes and throw caution to the wind and just go seeking wonderful once more. Tutu Tuesdays at Santos’ Party House promised mixed format music and a crowd wearing tutus. I had to see this. As a huge fan of Santos’ I figured a return to fun was surely possible. As I entered the basement a young crowd was dancing to a happy house track. Almost everyone was wearing tutus. I was delighted. It was downhill from there. Unfortunately it’s a one idea event. After the tutu smile fades you are left with a mediocre crowd and what I would describe as a forced format DJ set. It was all over the board, the mixes awful and the bass was so turned up I was sure something would blow… and I said it. Seconds later a blaring electronic sound preceded the shut down of the usually glorious sound system. When “sound” was restored, a Grace Jones track with almost no discernible vocals and again bass blaring and another clip (shut down) found me too embarrassed and annoyed to stay. My friends at the joint tell me this event is scheduled to be an every month thing. I think that may be tutu often.

I wanted to go out for a few hours but Tutu Tuesdays had only wasted 15 minutes of my time so I headed to Tuesday, Baby Tuesday to visit my old friend Alon Gibli. Alon had done this Tuesday party with me centuries ago when I was running joints. He continued to throw this weekly at Marquee and now has landed over at Kiss and Fly. The idea of Tuesdays when I was formatting A-list clubs was to make it a night a bit less formal, a bit less rigid at the door. Clubs are sort of like those infinity pools they have at swanky resorts. The water at those pools flows gently over the top and new water is fed in from below or from some water feature. Many people naturally stop going to clubs altogether. They just gently flow past the edge of the culture of clubs. When people meet people at night clubs, they often settle down, and going out just ceases to be necessary. Clubs are designed this way. They are places where people hook up, and one night stands can turn into long term relationships. It’s sort of a planned obsolescence. As these people stay home to watch SNL and make babies. New people are needed to take their place and also bring new energy to the night. At Life, Spa and I’m sure Marquee, the crowds that came on Tuesdays were often less polished than the rest of the week. The smart ones who at first only can get in on the Tuesday night often become polished and graduate to be regulars on other more exclusive evenings. Tuesday was the night for the b models and the strippers getting off work early, and became known as the sexiest night. The club savvy players learned that the looser atmosphere translated into great fun and an easy place to meet women interested in a more sophisticated experience than they were used to. This night was always packed and made lots of money.

Last night was better than that. The crowd inside was a very attractive mix of b models and b promoters and club regulars. There were pockets of greatness. The music from A-list DJ Cassidy even brought Russell Simmons to the event. Kiss and Fly, designed by David Graziano, is built for fun with tiers of banquettes and bars and a great sound system. I did a lap with my old friend Michael James and said hey to dozens of night time denizens. Three months into Tuesdays, Alon seems to have elevated this night into a winner.

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